Chapter 672 The Cursed Wedding

Everyone has their own past, everyone has their own secrets, and if one is lucky enough, he will meet someone who is willing to share everything with him.

Regardless of sadness or joy, even if it is just a trivial matter, it is enough for two people to chat and giggle for a long time.

Han Fei, who had completely lost his memory, saw the past that that person tried his best to hide. The two of them no longer had any secrets between them, and there was no longer any concealment. All good.

"Is she Xu Qin? I seem to have seen the side of her that people least want people to see."

All the ghosts in the ancestral house disappeared, but the evil spirit became stronger several times. The living people could not live in this place for a long time. It looked like the home of "ghosts".

Han Fei walked forward holding the scarlet paper figurine in his mind, which was a terrifying scene in his mind for a long time.

It's strange, even if he doesn't remember anything, Han Fei still didn't feel scared after seeing that terrifying crazy woman. When he and the woman looked at each other, he felt very uncomfortable. Apart from that, he had no other emotions .

Blank wedding invitations were scattered on the ground, worn red ribbons were hung on the walls, and a plate of wedding candy was placed on the table.

The third floor of the ancestral house was arranged as a wedding room, and the owner had been waiting for someone.

Her wishes have failed many times, but this time her fate seems to have been changed.

"Do you think she wants to take advantage of my memory loss to see clearly what kind of person I am?"

Han Fei took off his shirt, took out the prepared pen from his backpack, and drew on his body the symbols and spells he had memorized in the room on the fifth floor.

The wind was blowing, but Han Fei was very calm inside. This haunted house seemed to be many times safer than his adoptive parents' home.

After painting the upper body, Han Fei took off his shoes and trousers again. He was about to draw the mantra all over his body with a pen when he heard footsteps on the stairs.

"Han Fei! The pewter is all set! Do you want to order now?" Panting, Xiao Jia ran upstairs, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Han Fei sitting on the marriage bed, not yet dressed.

"It's part of the ceremony."

"Understood, understood." Xiao Jia's face was full of shock, he stepped back, not wanting to stay here any longer: "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Light all the candles, and you all leave the building."

"Okay." Xiao Jia nodded towards Han Fei. In the past, he only admired Han Fei's courage, but now he looked at Han Fei with respect for some reason.

Starting from the third floor, Xiao Jia took a lighter and lit the white wax on the stairs one by one.

The flame flickered, and the candle flame formed a faintly visible path in the darkness.

This road connects yin and yang, swinging between the deep world and reality.

Han Fei didn't bother Xiao Jia, he wrote all the mantras all over his body seriously.

Not understanding the meaning of those spells, Han Fei just copied them from his own memory. He was not sure if marrying a ghost would be successful. After all, the disfigured chef who lived on the fifth floor had tried many times but never really succeeded. .

"It's time to start."

Looking at the window, Han Fei found that the white wax had been lit at the intersection, and the faint light was very conspicuous in the dark night.

In order to prevent the procrastination from attracting other things, Han Fei did not hesitate to arrange the various utensils in the backpack, and then sat side by side with the **** paper man by the bed.

"The vat, the puppet, the red thread, the spell, everything is ready. The only thing I need to worry about now is that I don't know anything except her name and the past she has been hiding."

The disfigured chef and his wife have been in love for many years, and the bridge of longing runs through life and death. Their memories have also blended with each other. Compared with the disfigured chef, Han Fei has no advantage.

"If it's her, she should come."

The way to guide the soul home has been arranged, and the next step is the most critical step.

Pulling out "companion", Han Fei cut his palm and let the blood soak the red rope.

Holding the wound on his palm tightly, Han Fei slowly raised his arm, his eyes were bloodshot, and he whispered two words.

"spiritualism!"

The yin energy circulating in the entire yin house paused for a moment, and then frantically gathered towards Han Fei. Bloodshots appeared in Han Fei's eyes, splitting his vision and the world in his eyes.

An invisible ghost door appeared in front of him, with an indescribable sense of oppression.

The dark curtain covering the memory in his mind shattered again, and Han Fei kept repeating Xu Qin's name!

He lost the memory of the other party, but he just saw the despair hidden in the deepest part of the other party's heart, and saw the woman's first, most real, and most desperate appearance.

"Xu Qin!"

The image of the woman holding the table knife appeared in her blank mind, and her clothes were soaked in blood. She seemed to be standing in the living room at this moment, looking at Han Fei through certain rules.

The blood burst, and the waves washed over Han Fei's body. He smelled an extremely **** smell, but he couldn't see anything in his eyes.

With a sound of calling, the window glass of the ancestral house suddenly shattered, and the white wax placed at the intersection suddenly went out!

The flickering candles began to go out from the intersection, and there seemed to be something dragging the whole night to move in the darkness.

All the light was engulfed, and the spirit-guiding road made of white wax disappeared section by section, and then the door on the first floor of the ancestral house was opened.

The sound of the door opening, the sound of footsteps, the candle in the stairs disappeared inexplicably, and someone was walking up!

The altar table on the second floor seemed to be overturned by something, the sound of bowls, chopsticks and plates falling could be heard, and the smell of meat in the air became more intense.

When the yin energy gathered to its peak, a huge pale hand grabbed the handrail of the stairs on the third floor, and a red hijab appeared at the end of the stairs. A bride in a wedding dress and nearly three meters tall walked towards Han Fei .

Her tall body touched the roof, and her hands and feet were tied with silver soul bells. Every step she took, there would be an unsettling sound.

Stepping on the dusty invitation, the bride stopped in front of Han Fei. She bent down and stretched out her red hijab face towards Han Fei.

The distance between the two parties is very close, the bride seems to meet all the conditions, and the blood-colored paper figurine did not resist. Now it seems that as long as the bride's hijab is lifted and the last soul-returning is read, the ghost-marriage ceremony can be completed.

Looking at the tall bride, Han Fei slowly raised his hand tied with the red string, but he stopped when he was about to touch the red hijab.

"You are not her."

Even without memory, Han Fei still said with certainty that he didn't know what a living person would look like after becoming a ghost, let alone what Xu Qin would look like now, but he just felt that the bride in front of him was not Xu Qin.

The giant ghost stayed in front of Han Fei for a moment. Her face wearing a red hijab slowly turned back, but at this moment her thick arm suddenly lifted up, and her pale palm, which was bigger than Han Fei's head, went straight to Han Fei's heart. !

Swinging a knife to block Han Fei's blade and the giant ghost's palm, his chest was dug up with scars by the giant ghost's nails, and some bugs with soul poison got into Han Fei's blood vessels, but after a while Instead, the poisonous insects were all poisoned to death, and fell out mixed in Han Fei's blood.

One drop, two drops...

Han Fei's blood fell on the ground of the ancestral house, in the pool of blood where the woman had been standing.

The sound of chopping meat sounded again, and the smell of the meat was so strong that the yin energy permeating the building escaped in all directions, and all the "囍" characters began to bleed.

The dark curse creeps out from the photos of the victims, echoing the despair left in the ancestral home.

The giant ghost bride stepped back, and she felt an extremely evil breath.

The photos in the handbag were shredded for no reason, and curses merged into the despair of the ancestral house. Their figures were imprinted in the despair~lightnovelpub.net~Constantly changing their figures until the giant ghost bride waved her sword again When clawing, five slender fingers stretched out from the black curse!

She held the giant ghost's hand, and the cruel and tyrannical curse instantly covered the bride's body, torturing her to death in the blink of an eye.

"I don't have to be his bride, but that's not your turn either."

The woman made of curses and despair turned around slowly. She was covered in wounds, without a piece of good flesh, and there were scars on the once extremely delicate face, which seemed to disappear at any time.

"Xu Qin?"

Han Fei looked at the woman under the curse, who was almost completely integrated with the curse, as if she had given up her soul.

"You are the person in my memory? But I don't think it should be like this." Han Fei pressed his head hard, and his brain was stung by an unknown emotion.

"My body was torn apart, my bones were crushed, and my remnant soul was pierced by thirteen table knives. I died a total of ninety-nine times..." The woman under the curse turned around, and boundless killing intent and hatred hit her ancestors. On the wall of the house, her face, which was still full of fatal charm even if it was scratched, was close to Han Fei, but there was a different light in her eyes full of curses: "But I don't mind, I will die for you one more time."

(end of this chapter)